The sounds of two pair of high heels echoed in the hallway and we stoodready, waiting to see who would leave first."Kittens?" I heard my Momma call as...she stepped into the room with QueenCree."Who is ready to go for the holidays?" asked Cree.Tarri and I had already discussed it. There were six weeks in theextended holidays. One week each direction and four weeks at home.We'd both discussed it with our Momma's but hadn't heard anything backfrom them. Now I guess we were going to find out if they. Nicky hoped he wasn't going to try and hold her headand push his whole length in, she knew he had porn videos where thecouple did that on his computer. He didn't, he was too nice to do that,he just stroked her hair occasionally as he concentrated on the feelingspulsing up from his groin.Nicky felt Craig's penis swell even larger, filling her mouth even more,then a salty taste. She didn't want him to come yet, and slowed herbobbing then leant back, releasing him from her mouth. Craig looked. I didn't stay under the water long either. When I went into the bedroom I discovered that she had added a blanket to the bed. She was wearing the same T-shirt that had gotten me into trouble with Kelley."Roll over and I'll give you a back rub," I offered."Are you going to massage my feet?" she teased as she rolled onto her tummy."This is not a massage. It's a back rub," I said, as I inserted my hand under her hair to start with her neck. Her hair was still damp. I went into the bathroom and. At this rate it would be half an hour before I could get a drink. Not that I particularly wanted to start drinking at two o’clock in the afternoon. But the choices in Terminal C were limited, McDonalds, Starbucks or the Wine Bar. I had already consumed two espressos. The wine bar was the only acceptable option left. It didn’t look like any of the customers would be leaving soon. The storm had come in sooner than expected and the departure board was covered with news of delayed and cancelled.